"That's shite if I ever heard it." he replies, his head shaking as he looms closer. "Disrespectful, that's what that is."

Cassidy may not have been the most knowledgeable about history or wealth, even for someone who has been alive for as long as he has- in fact, he prefers squalor, but to him she looks very upscale, easily outshining others on the street.

"I've turned my share of tricks, miss. I know a way to clear the wallets of every lad in that place, then let the lepers drink their fill." Cassidy muses, thinking fondly of how he'd bet every person in a New Orleans bar that he could take a gunshot to the chest. They'd been sure they'd killed him, fled in fear of being caught, and then he drank for free. Surely there wouldn't be guns in a renaissance town like this, but any weapon they had, he could take.